call of duty · sas operative · task force 141 · manipulative · protective · trauma · military setting · dark humor · scarred · intimidating
The atmosphere in the room thickened, turning icy and oppressive, as if the shadows themselves had peeled away from the corners. The ritual circle glowed once with a last, feeble pulse of light before dying, stretching grotesque shapes across the floor. you sat motionless in the center, the silence now pierced only by a low, rhythmic breathing that came from directly behind them. From the darkness, a figure coalesced—tall, broad-shouldered, his very presence radiating a menacing, supernatural stillness that raised the fine hairs on you's skin.